Page 132 of Saving Summer
She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her grin. God! This man. Overprotective, more than a little possessive, and downright bossy at times, he drove her crazy in the best possible way. But enough was enough.
Ever since he’d saved her from the Wagners, he’d been babying her, making sure she took her pain medication. Ate regular meals. Slept eight hours. Drank lots of water. Took long hot baths.
Sweet, endearing, and annoying.
Sure, her muscles had been sore for a few days, and she still had bruises where Garett had punched her, but physically, she was healing. Mentally she was on the mend too. Jamie had introduced her to the JTT’s therapist, and Dr. Christina had become a friend.
Easy to talk to, Nalini had a way of making you see things from a different point of view while helping you to come to your own conclusions. And after another night of chaste cuddling, Summer had concluded she wanted sex.
Okay. Truth. She’d wanted to have sex since the minute she got home. But overly concerned for her well-being, Jamie had been withholding. Well, no more. Her cravings out of control, she needed him to fuck her. Hard. The sooner, the better.
“Fine.” She brushed his hair behind his ear. “But fair warning. You’re not pricking any of my fingers today.” He’d been monitoring her blood sugar before and after every meal, establishing what her range of normal looked like and driving her mental in the process.
Tired of being a pin cushion, she’d decided to put her foot down. Later, she intended to put her ass in the air. No more subtle hints. She wanted Jamie, and today was the day.
He picked up his spatula and pointed it at her. “Mood swings are a sign of low sugar, buttercup.”
“I’m not having a mood swing. You’re just cranky because you’re hungry.”
“Yeah,” Gray said. “And if you burn the pancakes, we’re all going to be cranky.”
“I wouldn’t tick her off if I were you,” Chase said, stealing a piece of crispy bacon from a heaping platter before Davis could whisk it away. “She has a snow globe, and she knows how to use it.”
“Shut up. I have multiple snow globes, and if you don’t want me using them as weapons, stop fucking buying them.”
He grinned. “But you love snow globes, baby.”
She snorted and took the slice of bacon he offered. “Nobody in their right mind loves snow globes.”
“That just proves our theory, sunshine.” Grant plucked the bacon out of her hand on his way by with a pitcher of orange juice.
“What theory? And stop calling me sunshine, dickhead.”
“That you’re not in your right mind,” Cody replied, arm muscles rippling as he took a stack of plates from the cupboard.
“I don’tlovesnow globes,” Gray protested as she lost Halia to Jay, who looked like he’d been up all night with his finger stuck in an electrical socket. His black hair a mess of curls, he hid his grin in a strategically placed smooch on the baby’s head.
“You should get that printed on a T-shirt,” Adam teased, handing Eve a cup of coffee.
“Children,” she warned, cutting off what was sure to be a colorful response from Gray. “I thought I told you to play nice.”
“Pancakes are ready,” Jamie announced, flipping the last one from the hot girdle to a large serving platter and handing it off to Davis, who brought it to the big table.
“Eggs too.” Zander scraped the last of the scrambled eggs into a dish. “Let’s eat.”
The next thirty minutes were spent stuffing their faces amidst multiple conversations. “Hey,” Jay said, pointing his fork at the TV and catching everyone’s attention. “Turn that up.”
Summer lifted her gaze to the screen mounted on the back wall as Zander grabbed the remote and increased the volume on the CNN Sunday Morning News Program. Stavros Delgado, Montana’s Lieutenant Governor, stood in front of the Capitol building surrounded by staffers and people in uniform as he announced the resignation of Marla Wagner.
No surprise there. She’d been in police custody since Adam had handed her and John over to a trusted contact in the FBI. They took it from there, connecting with local authorities and charging the Wagners with everything from bribery to murder.
The one notable omission—kidnapping.
In exchange for their lives, John and Marla had agreed. Summer was nothing more than a nanny who’d quit for a better opportunity—and the people who saved her—they didn’t exist. Jay had taken care of the rest, deleting phone records of calls made to her mother and emails sent to her account.
Eventually, all electronic data on Summer Summers would disappear, replaced by the new identification already created for Summer Aestates. Fine by her. She knew who she was and where she belonged.
As for her songwriting, Jamie had already picked her pseudonym.
